She used to lay the doilies out
And special occasions
Smoothing their edges with hands
Weathered by time
Visitors would smile and drop words
Like quaint and charming
Never looking past the surface
To the structure underneath
Each thread tells a story
And time gone by
Reminding her of all the pieces
That shaped her life
One day her lace will pass to me
And I will guard her legacy
Of love and loss
And everything she sacrificed
In service of her country.
My paternal grandmother worked at Bletchley Park during WWII. She wasn’t allowed to tell anyone for fifty years (until the Official Secrets Act expired). I wrote this in her memory.
This is also my submission for this week’s Trifecta writing challenge. We had to write between 33 and 333 words, and include the third definition of the following word in our piece: quaint. The third definition is: a) unusual or different in character or appearance; odd; b) pleasingly or strikingly old-fashioned or unfamiliar.
Image credit: Bletchley Park, courtesy of Google Images